Ghost ˚ C. Xavier [4]

Chapter Twelve

A/N: Above is the song I listened to whilst writing this... I don't know why, but I did. This chapter is just all around fluff because for fucks sake I miss writing lovey dovey Charleth GUYYYYYYYYYYYS

After almost twenty minutes of talking with Charles, I had kindly asked if I could take a much needed shower. He agreed, but my shower somehow turned into a bath and now I sat with a small mirror in my hand above the lukewarm water. I sighed at the reflection, my eyes falling to my nose. I ran a finger over it, almost flicking the tip when I reached it.

"Beth, are you still in here?" The voice of Charles came through the door.

I nodded, rolling my eyes at myself at my stupidity. He could read minds, but he can't see through doors. "Yes, why?" The doorknob turned slowly, almost testing to see if I would react. When I didn't, the door opened and in rolled Charles, shutting it softly behind him and locking it. "Come in here to make sure I don't runaway?" I asked with a smirk, handing him the mirror.

"No, I just thought since you've been alone all this time..." He trailed off with a shrug, putting the mirror back on the shelf I took it from. "Maybe you'd want some company."

"While I'm in the bath?" I asked, crossing my arms and leaning them on the side of the tub, my chin resting on top of them. "Charles, I know that I'm not that girl you met back in 1961, but I'm fine unless something triggers whatever this thing is inside of me."

"I'm aware."

"Then you're in here because....?" I asked, raising a brow and leaning back.

"You've been gone for a year. I thought you were dead for a fucking year... Is it too much to ask just to be in the same room as you for a while?" Charles asked with a humorless chuckle. "I'm sorry I'm just... I'm trying to wrap my head around all of this."

"Well, while you're trying to do that, why don't you join me?" I offered, a mischievous smirk gracing my lips. "Think of it as an apology." I winked, turning my back to him and adding more hot water. He sighed, making me chuckle until I heard a belt buckle unclasp which made me go quiet. I waited a moment before finally speaking. "I didn't think-" I turned, seeing him slide into the tub behind me, my eyes widening. "-okay."

It was now Charles's turn to chuckle now which made the water slosh a little, and I gave a toothy grin, sliding over to him. "You know, right now..." Charles spoke quietly, his hand tucking a stray hair behind my ear. "I can only see you as how you were before everything happened with Erik and Shaw. Before Logan came to warn us of the future... Before En Sabah Nur..." He paused, his hand falling back into the water only to wrap around my waist, pulling my back into his chest so I was now rested between his legs. "Back when it was just the three of us. You, Raven and myself." He looked up at the ceiling, his fingers drawing patterns on my stomach. "Sometimes I wish we were back there. It seems like forever ago."

I put my hands over his, stopping his motions. "We're gettin' old, Charles." I spoke in almost a whisper, leaning my head back onto his shoulder so I could look at his face. "If I had stayed after I woke up in that room, would I be myself right now?" My eyes searched his face for any hint of emotion. Any at all, but I found none.

"It's impossible to know. I don't think this is something that will just go away, Beth." Charles explained, looking back at me with his blue eyes. "Of course that doesn't mean we won't try to get this situation under control."

I nodded, my eyes closing as I leaned my head back farther. "Alright." I sighed, lifting one of my hands to cup his cheek. "I haven't felt this normal in a very long time." There was a moment of silence, not an awkward one though. Just... silence. "Do you still... love me?" I was about to open my eyes when I felt his cool lips pressed against my dry ones. When he pulled away, I smiled and looked back at him.

"Hopefully that answered your question." He said quietly before leaning back in for another kiss. This one was longer and slow, but I could feel that he truly didn't ever stop loving me. And I was okay with that. Because inside, under all of the darkness and bitterness.... I never stopped loving him, either. I knew that I hadn't... but this was just the extra push to make me realize some of my fears were just that. Fears.

I was the one to pull away this time, my eyes going to his hair, or lack there of. "It hasn't grown back?"

"That it didn't." He chuckled, leaning back against the tub.

I hummed in response, my fingers running over his head awkwardly. "I kinda like the bald... but that's just me. It gives you a kind of... authoritative look, not a 'come be my buddy' look." I pursed my lips, a smile coming onto them. "Although, I will miss running my hands through it when I'm bored. I wish I had braided it when I had the chance."

"Stop it." Charles ordered, a laugh escaping his throat.

"Teasing you makes me feel normal..." I informed. "And right now, that's what I need."

A/N: Yay Charleth fluff! I published a Logan story yesterday! It's only the summary but YAY!!!